I gently touched her smooth black hair and smiled, thinking in my mind, rather than teaching Biansha how to make barbecue, would it be more practical to just get a few jars of honey for her?

"Biancha's custom-made barbecue, done!" After completing all the steps step by step, Beansa raised the barbecue on his sword high.

No, no, no, that's not something you made specially... No, it should be considered something special.

Looking at the dark mass on the sword, I was speechless.

It's strange. It should be made according to Raphael's method. It shouldn't be like this. It should be golden brown, evenly burnt on the outside, fragrant and fragrant. When you take a bite, it will be crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, but not fat.

It's greasy, it tastes good. Why did it become such a piece of black coal?

I fell into deep contemplation, and I always felt that something was wrong, as if I had missed something.

"Senior brother... the taste... fuhu... not bad." I was thinking here, but Beansa, the greedy man, was already holding the piece of black charcoal and chewing it.

"What's a good idea?" I asked.

"Subtle, not bad." Beansa's smile now is not to mention how pure and bright it is.

I:"……"

Complete failure, bastard, I fell to my knees on the ground, puzzled, why?

"Come again!" I refused.

"But senior brother, there is no more honey." Beansa reluctantly hugged the empty honey jar, and his small tongue quickly passed over the moist lips that were pursed, and licked a touch of golden color from the corner of the mouth.

"How can it be finished? There is obviously still half a jar. It is enough to make more than ten times." I widened my eyes and grabbed the jar. I wanted to stick my head in and take a look to see if all the honey that had disappeared inexplicably was there.

Hiding.

Finally, I put down the jar and stared at Beansa speechlessly.

"Hey, hehe." Beansa blinked his dark eyes and smiled innocently at me.

"Senior brother, can you bring more honey next time..."

I:"……"

That night...

In this extremely contrasting space between the sunny green forest garden world and the frozen dark world, Beryl in the form of a butterfly loli stretched out her delicate little hand, and there was a piece of paper on her palm.

"It seems to be secret information sent by Xiao A."

"Oh. Did that idiot Azmodan really let her get some useful information?"

The ground rumbled and trembled, and the tall Demon King Andariel walked over step by step, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"Just look at it and you'll find out."

Speaking of which, can Azmodan know how to write? The moment they opened the note, such uneasy thoughts flashed through the minds of the two demon kings at the same time.

After taking it apart and looking at it, the two demon kings suddenly felt a little dizzy.

As expected, there are patterns all over it.

The first pattern is a honey jar. Surrounded by Azmodan and Saya's little figures, they pose in front of the honey jar as if the stars are over the moon.

The second image is a barbecue grill, with Azmodan and the back of another man sitting next to it.

The third pattern is a bonfire, with a broken pot on top of it. This time it is surrounded by three people holding bowls to eat, including Azmodan. There is also an old man and a male.

The last pattern is a spice jar. This spice jar is placed in the center of a circle, which seems to be telling a very important thing.

If this is the case, perhaps with Belial's wisdom, he can still see some clues.

But it's a pity that Azmodan, let alone writing, even draws are at the level of kindergarten graffiti. For example, the bee jar, with its crooked lines, looks more like a human heart.

Therefore, even a smart person like Belial misunderstood and wondered whether Xiao A had really started to massacre human beings and bid farewell to Demon King Zero?

But thinking about it, there was no commotion from the camp, and I was confused again.

"Sister Belial, can you... understand?" Andalil stared at these patterns, and finally pressed his forehead hard, falling into serious confusion.

"I'm sorry, little An'er, even I can't do things." Belial sighed.

"Azmodan is really an idiot."

"Xiao A... I'm hungry..."

In another dark and frozen world, Demon King Saya, who was lying on a bed of ice and sleeping soundly, seemed to vaguely hear some vague conversations. The two clumps of hair shaped like cat ears trembled, and he murmured in confusion.

The next day...

"Sir Raphael, please teach me how to make stew soup today." I opened the tent and said as I rushed in carelessly.

I saw the cup in Raphael's hand shaking slightly, and he turned around with an extremely bright smile.

"Xiao Xiao Wu...you think I'm very idle, right?"

"Now it seems... it looks like this." I pointed at her drinking tea leisurely and said.

"A rare rest." Raphael pointed to the documents on the desk.

"That's really rare. It's fate that I met you." I exclaimed.

"In other words... you are not going to give up?" He was playing with the delicate porcelain cup in his hand, and the same delicate jade fingers had a very dazzling feeling that complemented each other.

"Okay, I can't help it. I'm going to teach you the special stew soup today."

then……

"Beansa, let me teach you how to make a special stew today."

A few hours later, I stood in front of Beansa with my head held high and my head held high, showing the demeanor of a generational senior brother.

What about old man Galen? Forget it, leave him alone, he's probably gone to some corner to grow mold again.

Because I had seen his enthusiasm for research, I was not surprised and turned to teach Beansa with all my heart.

As a result, this time... it exploded.

"It's so strange. Why does it become like this?"

I sat down cross-legged, letting the pot fly up in the explosion and land it upside down on my head, and pondered in confusion.

It was obviously copied step by step according to Raphael's method. Why did it turn into a pot of delicious stew in the hands of Raphael, but turned into an explosive in the hands of Biansha and me?

I can't figure it out, this world is so strange.

I have no choice but to go out for training with Sa Qili and the others tomorrow. It seems that I can only put this teaching task on hold for the time being and wait until I get back.

After thinking about it, I listed the perfect steps on the paper, then left enough materials, including honey, and told Beansa to go out for a while and practice well while he was away.

"Senior brother, goodbye, please come back soon."

At the attic window, Beansa held the honey jar in his arms with one hand, put the other hand into the jar, stuck a hand full of honey, licked it clean, and then waved it towards me as I walked away.

Because of the honey, has the kuma transformation been completed?

I smiled helplessly, turned around, and kept waving in response while backing up, until my line of sight was blocked.

That night, Belial and Andariel received another letter from Azmodan.

"What is this? Could it be that there is a plan by the Alliance to plot against us?" Andalil glanced at the letter in his hand again.

The mysterious words on it, which are crooked and twisted like earthworms, list the complete steps of making barbecue and stewed meat soup.

Originally, Andariel wasn't going to be suspicious, but first of all, Azmodan couldn't write, so the words on it were definitely not written by her. Secondly, the words on it... the words on it were really ugly.

Was it written so awkwardly on purpose?

If you think about it this way, Andariel can't help but continue to imagine it as some kind of code word for the alliance.

"I don't know, I really don't know, don't ask me."

Beryl hugged his head and screamed, curling up his petite body on the flower core, and then more than ten petals closed gently, blocking everything from the outside world.

Even Belial, there are things he can't do...

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